cheeseeeeecakee

the relief he feels when you say yes is akin to the relief he feels when mammon manages to stop beel from raiding the fridge. the tension in his shoulders falls away from him, and lucifer is too busy trying to hold his expression together to see your own face become rosy. he parts ways with you there, telling you he’ll come find you in your room later. as you turn around, lucifer releases a held breath, hand closing on the fabric that covers his heart. he thinks to himself that the worst of the night is over, but to his dismay, the stress has just begun.

it starts with the restaurant. everything had been going well, until the waiters put a plate of food that is nearly poisonous to a human in front of you. “take this away from them.” lucifer, observant as ever, is quick to swipe it away and shove it back to the workers, but not before you have a coughing fit that has you doubling over. the demon is by your side in an instant, rubbing up and down your back soothingly while murmuring his apologies. he keeps his hand on your back even after you’ve recovered, fingers curling into your clothing ever so slightly in worry. his touch is light, but you feel it nonetheless. lucifer bends down, kneeling close enough that he feels the warmth from your skin on his. “are you alright?” he does his best to suppress the tremble in his voice, his fears of seeing you sick or hurt far greater than he could imagine.

thankfully, you reply “i’m okay,” and lucifer quickly relaxes. but the moment is short; he stiffens up when you reach to brush his bangs away from his temple. you pretend not to notice the sharp inhale, instead letting your hand fall away from his face. “i’m not really hungry enough for dinner anymore though.”

“you’ll need to eat something eventually.” lucifer understands your hesitance, and offers another way out. “why don’t we go to that café you’ve been eyeing recently?”

the next thing to go wrong is, of course, the café. not far from closing hours, the café is mostly wiped clean of all baked goods, leaving only drinks for your choices. lucifer curses at his incompetence, pointedly ignoring that he only forgets to think about these things when you’re with him. with a sigh, he gives you a nearly defeated look. "i may have made a few errors in my calculations for tonight." lucifer waits for you to mirror the disappointment on his face, jaw tight in fearful anticipation.

but you look at him softly, and his anxiety ebbs away. "that doesn't matter. let's just grab some drinks and head out of here, hm?"

lucifer takes your hand, entwining your fingers with such care that you feel warmth spreading from the pads of your fingers to your chest. with your drinks in hand, lucifer tugs you away from the crowds on the main streets. the noise begins to fade, replaced by the tune the breeze sings as you walk on. your shared silence with lucifer is comfortable, and he never once lets you go along the way.

eventually, you reach the top of the viewpoint, and you break away from his grasp to hold onto the railing as you lean over it. “it’s always so nice late at night here, there’s never anyone else,” you breathe out, reaching out with a hand as the wind ruffles your hair ever so lightly.

“don’t lean so far forward.” lucifer shifts closer to you. and he can’t help but watch the city lights reflecting in your eyes. “now that you mention it, it is quite late.”

you slip your d.d.d. out, checking the time before pocketing it again. “just short of midnight.”

sighing, lucifer turns his gaze to the city just as you did. “a shame. a new day means i no longer have you to myself.”

your mouth opens in awe, surprised that the eldest brother can occasionally sound so childish. “don’t want to end it here?”

“perhaps i wouldn’t mind the day ending if today had been successful,” he whispers, voice low.

“well, i thought this was a really nice first date.”

lucifer can’t tell if his heart has stopped, or if it has just skipped a few beats. “first date?” he chokes the words out, confusion now scrawled across his expression.

“isn’t that what this is?” your innocence has his self control tearing at the seams. “sorry, if i got it wrong. i just- thought that it was. i mean, you even held my hand the whole way here-”

the thread holding lucifer back snaps. his hands find their rightful place just under your jaw, cupping your face gently as he takes his claim on your lips. you respond instantaneously, your own hands sliding up his torso to rest on his shoulders. his heart beats in tandem with yours, a slow and strong rhythm, fitting of his growing love for you. you only pull away when your lungs begin burning, but as you do, you feel another part of you begging for more. lucifer moves one of his hands up, brushing stray strands of hair away from your forehead before pressing his lips to yours again. you aren’t sure how long he holds you there, too lost in how lucifer has captivated you entirely. he acts with the same intensity he always has, passion and heat devouring you as he pulls you in.

lucifer finally releases you moments later, staring down at you with an expression you could only call lovesick. you’re caught in his gaze, adoration bubbling up inside you. “so it was a first date,” you say, nearly gasping for air.

“if you say so,” lucifer rumbles, tugging you into his chest as he sets his chin atop your head.

you sigh in content, taking in the moment before you feel your d.d.d. buzzing in your pocket. you shift around in lucifer’s hold just enough to slide it out, swiping away notifications when you notice the time. “it’s midnight now.”

lucifer peers at your screen. “a perfect way to start the day, wouldn’t you agree?”

a laugh rings out into the open, echoing your joy. “would you count today or yesterday as our anniversary?” you tease the question, stifling a giggle as you ask,

“no need for an anniversary. everyday is special with you,” he hums, pressing another kiss to the crown of your head.

when lucifer falls in love, he accepts it with every fibre of his being. although spare time is limited for the eldest of seven avatars, he will always carve out time in his schedule for you. for once, lucifer finds music in the wind and magic in the mundane. for once, lucifer feels like he can hold the sky in his hands. and for the first time in a long time, lucifer feels like life isn’t long enough.

a/n: idk? i'm so satisfied with this and also not at all but hey, we take what we can get. Oh, and anon who requested this one, welcome to tumblr!! thank you for dropping by ♡♡

I need this man in a way that's concerning to feminism concerning to altruism concerning to humanism.

UNTIL. I CAN SCULPT IT. WITH MY EYES SHUT.

The shirt. The hands. The hair. The HIPS. You've GOT to be kidding me.

I SEE that fucking lap and it is EMPTY. Let me fill it like you can fill me, Lucifer, I am so /srs right now. I will bleach those fucking pants such a pristine white that Barbatos himself couldn't guess they were any other color.

I want to MARK that pretty fucking throat of his. I would bite him if he'd let me. I'm a service switch, Lucifer. I'll be whatever you want. He wants to give that little smirk during a thigh ride? I'll saddle the fuck up at a moment's notice. He wants to whimper for me? Let me hear it, twink. I want to call in sick to classes because I can't walk, bird boy.